“Why every verse of unrerealised love of even poets I have never known, brings you to me, everytime.
I wonder, what heart with what hurt bled on those blank sheets.
I wonder, if it was me, or someone else who penned those wounds.
I wonder…”
Β© Arindam Dey
I enjoyed your work and you are welcome.
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Thank you so very much. Hope you keep liking them…
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A amazing poem. Thank you for sharing your work.
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Wonderful poetry by a talented writer.
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